My Full Heart

The back of my head was resting against the headrest, my fingers comfortably intertwined with Jon’s. A breeze was drifting from the open windows in the car and country music was playing on the radio. My eyes were closed, and a smile was playing at my lips. Jon looked over and squeezed my hand. “Whatcha thinking about?” he wondered.

I looked in the backseat. Devyn was sleeping soundly; her pacifier nearly falling out of her mouth, her cheeks were rosy from the heat, her curls damp against her forehead. I couldn’t see Hudson but I could hear him murmuring and talking to himself in his car seat. I could picture Hudson playing with the car seat straps, gnawing on them, as he entertained himself.

I turned back around, smiled at my husband, brought our joined hands to my mouth, kissed his knuckles, and settled deeper into my seat. “My heart is full,” I answered.

I’m a coffee drinking, book reading, laundry procrastinating, husband and children loving, mess of a woman who believes that chips and salsa can fix anything. We have chickens running around the backyard, a mountain of dishes in the sink, and on any given morning, I have at least 10 school forms that need my signature or initials. It’s a crazy life {I prefer to call it controlled chaos}, but its ours.

This is wonderful and inspiring to every mother. Our usual days are filled with business and stuff, but these are the moments when God smiles upon us and gives us a glimpse of what Heaven must feel like.

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Jenn in Munchkin Land

I’m a coffee drinking, book reading, laundry procrastinating, husband and children loving, mess of a woman who believes that chips and salsa can fix anything. We have chickens running around the backyard, a mountain of dishes in the sink, and on any given morning, I have at least 10 school forms that need my signature or initials. It’s a crazy life {I prefer to call it controlled chaos}, but its ours.